Yesterday I was buying a large bag of Purina Dog Chow for Roscoe, our hunting dog, and was standing in line at Wal-Mart getting ready to check out.
A woman behind me asked if I had a dog. First thing I thought was "where's your sign lady" but decided to go with it...SO...On impulse, I told her that no, I didn't have a dog, and that I was starting the Purina Weight Loss Diet again.
I said I probably shouldn't, because I'd ended up in the hospital the last time. But that I'd lost 50 pounds before I awakened in an intensive care ward with tubes coming out of most of my orifices and IVs in both arms
I told her that it was essentially a perfect diet and that the way that it works is; you load your pants pockets with Purina nuggets and simply eat one or two every time you feel hungry, and that the food is nutritionally complete... so I was going to try it again.
I have to mention here that practically everyone in the line was by now enthralled with my story to say the least.
Totally horrified, the lady asked if I ended up in intensive care because the dog food poisoned me.
I told her no, I had stepped off a curb to sniff an Irish Setter's ass and a car hit us both.
I thought the guy behind her was going to have a heart attack he was laughing so hard.
She got upset. Made a complaint. WAL-MART asked me not to shop there anymore. It was worth it.